I know that Xavier is seeking the same thing, and it is possible he has already found it. To know that he exists to the world, and in the world, in a continual sequence of recognition. But such things do not last, not in the way that he thinks. The recognition comes and goes, too many parts—those onstage and in life—don’t endure, and once they are gone, their logic is impossible to regain. Mostly, there is only the emptiness they leave behind.
